Last week, while it was still officially winter, the weather was sunny and warm. The birds around the cabin where we live in the Sierra foothills were making quite a ruckus. Now that spring has sprung, the weather has turned wet and cooler. The only sounds that I heard outside yesterday were rain and wind.
I took a photo captured last week and sketched it to remind myself that although we need the rain, the sun and the birds will return. Then I added a little springtime color with gouache. My illustration is now in need of a story.
What would this Oak Titmouse have to say if it could communicate with us?